Thursday, April 28, 2011

Decision time

I'm working on the new book, A Cloud of Witnesses - Two Big Books and Us by Barbara B. Rollins with OAStepper. It's decision time, cutting out time. And my words are my children, hard to let go of. These didn't make the cut, so I'm sharing them with you now. May God be with you and may these words go where they need to be today.

Hebrews 1:13-14
And God never said to any of the angels,
“Sit in the place of honor at my right hand

until I humble your enemies,

making them a footstool under your feet.”
Therefore, angels are only servants—spirits sent to care for people who will inherit salvation. (NLT)

Angels are servants,
only servants,
like second class,
like riffraff.
Guardian angels,
a real angel,
as sweet as an angel,
gone to be with the angels,
with the riffraff? With servants?
Perspective’s everything.
When speaking of one higher than angels,
how high they are
fades in importance.
I’m okay. I’m fine.
Even if I’m lesser, riffraff when contrasted
that doesn’t mean I’m not fine, high enough
not real.

God, enough of my ladder,
folks higher, lower,
none on my rung.
I’m lonely. Enough with
knowing about, not knowing.



Hebrews 2:14
Because God’s children are human beings—made of flesh and blood—the Son also became flesh and blood. For only as a human being could he die, and only by dying could he break the power of the devil, who had the power of death. (NLT)

Alcoholics Anonymous, Page 146
After your man has gone along without drinking for a few months, you may be able to make use of his services with other employees who are giving you the alcoholic run-around… An alcoholic who has recovered, but holds a relatively unimportant job, can talk to a man with a better position. Being on a radically different basis of life, he will never take advantage of the situation.

Same, same;
different, different.
Same, different,
different same.
Some differences matter – big time.
Others flavor.
You tell me it’s fine to have just a bit,
I’ve earned it, I’ve done so well.
You’ve no idea what a snippet would do,
how total debacle would follow.
You have to be like me
to understand me,
to gain my trust in my insanity
with my recovery.

God, thanks for putting people in my life
who’ve walked this path,
who lead me to recovery and to you.

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